I am a hardcore Sterek shipper, and I couldn't stand by and not add my own imaginings to the world. In this story I am going to try and make it as realistic as possible where it would actually tie into the show, so it will probably have a slowish start. If you are just looking for smuty goodness...you may want to wait for a later date to read my fic. They are not just going to jump into bed together. I am really excited about this story. It is my first Sterek pairing. Hope you all enjoy. Should update pretty regularly. :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately.

"No. I'm not doing it. You can't make me Scott."

"Don't be such a wuss. You don't want to die, do you?"

"Why not Danny, Considering he's actually gay, and the farthest thing from scary." Stiles threw his arms out in front of him, Scott shakes his head. "Why not?"

"Because Danny—"

"Wouldn't date me? Screw you Scott! I'm attractive to gay guys! And you know it!" he huffed shoving a finger in Scott's face.

"NOO! I wasn't going to say that, Danny cannot protect you!"

"Fine, what about Jackson? I mean he's a dick, and I can handle that." He paused for a second realizing what he had just said, "I mean like he's a jerk, not that all he is- is a dick, or that I could or want to handle it, ohh god, images. This is bad, do you see what you are doing to me?" he then hung his head over the trash can hands on his hips.

Scott walks over and places a soft hand on his shoulder, "Stiles, you're my best friend and I cannot lose you."

"Then why can't it be you? You can protect me." He said slowly knowing this was a fight he was not going to win, which was getting all too common as of late.

"Derek is your best chance Stiles. I already talked to him and he agreed to help as long as I did him a favor." Scott said walking across the room twiddling his thumbs.

Stiles was instantly worried, "What? What?! What do you have to do? Does he want you to kill someone? Hurt someone? Leave town? What?" he jerked his friend around by the shoulder.

"I have to teach you how to kiss." Scott says matter-of-factly.

"Haaa" Stiles points, mouth in a wide smile, "You almost had me-"

"I'm serious. Derek said he doesn't do anything half way and he doesn't have the time to teach you."

Stiles face fell flat, broken. He didn't want to kiss his best friend, or Danny, or Jackson, or Derek. Truth was he had never been kissed. "This isn't fair. I'm can't kiss you. I won't."

A deeper, much more masculine voice purred behind Stiles' neck, "You don't have a choice."

Stiles felt a twitch in his lower stomach, which was weird. He couldn't make himself say anything and he refused to move so the 3 of them just stood there for what felt like hours, but was only about 4 minutes. Derek and Scott exchanged looks, then in unison, "We're just kidding, ohh my god!"

Stiles let out a heavy breath, "what? So I don't have to kiss you, or you? Do I even have to pretend to date you?" He said looking hopeful at Derek.

"No." Derek said stepping closer to the boy. "You don't have to practice, but if we are stuck in a compromising situation we may have to resort to that, but it is only the last resort."

"I DON'T WANT TO DATE YOU, DEREK!" Stiles screamed. Derek lost his humor when the smaller man yelled at him in such a hateful way. "Ohh don't be such a sour wolf. You cannot seriously wonder why someone, me, isn't exactly bursting at the seams for you. You have done nothing but hurt, scare, and intimidate me on purpose since the first day you ever met me. Forgive me for not being stoked to have to spend every minute of the indefinite future with you in fear of when you are going to snap my head off."

Derek was actually very affected by this outburst. People never stood up to him or disrespected him, ever. And he had come to believe that he and Stiles had a fun, banter, based friendship. It was all fun for him. He considered Stiles a friend. That was why he was going out of his comfort zone to help him out. He knew he couldn't bear to see something happen to this plaid wearing, over active, goof of a kid. Derek knew this was the part where he should apologize, say something, anything. But Derek Hale does not apologize. He still couldn't get himself to walk out though. He just stood there staring at stiles hoping that the silence would eventually force the kid to speak.

Stiles started to cower afraid of the intensity that was radiating off the older man now. "I, I, I, mean it's true. Like right now, case-case and point." Stiles was trying to maintain any semblance of courage he had left.

Derek spoke softly. "Scott can you give us a minute?"

"Is that really a good idea Derek?" Scott asked looking at Stiles trying to gauge his thoughts. Stiles tried to shoot fire out of his eye balls but Scott didn't pick up it. Werewolf senses my ass. Stiles thought to himself. "Fine, I'll be right outside, so don't try anything." Both boys shot him an annoyed glance.

Stiles locked himself in place afraid to make any sudden movements and waited for Derek to speak once Scott was out of the room. He spoke low, smoothe, and nervously. That threw Stiles for a loop…Derek? Nervous? "Stiles, I guess I should apologize. I am sorry for scaring you." He paused and Stiles huffed. "Okay maybe that's an understatement, I'm sorry that I enjoy making you jump. Better?" Derek gave a twisted smile and stiles decided to let it go. Derek obviously wasn't going to kill him tonight. And considering he was his new pretend plaything he might as well learn to like a few things about him and a playful side may be all he gets.

"Alright fine, but do we really have to pretend to be together? I mean, I know it's going to suck for me but what about you?" Stiles slouches down on his bed.

Derek knows how the younger kid is feeling but can't express his empathy, he doesn't know how. He walks over to him and kneels down in front of him. "I know it may come as a shock to you. But I am actually okay with this." He looked away for a second gathering his thoughts, "Your friends care about you. We don't want you torn to shreds by another alpha, and that's putting it nicely." Stiles gives him a flustered quizzical look. "You would be lucky if they just killed you. They have other ways of marking their territory and making someone…their bitch." Derek locked eyes with him and finally it snapped and clicked in Stiles mind.

"They're going to pee on me!?"

Derek shrugs, "or something else."

Then it clicked. Rape. They could rape him. "Well this…sucks" he breathes shakily.

Derek immediately grabs his shoulder making him look at him, Stiles flinches. "No, you are going to be fine. I won't let anything happen to you. That is why Scott and I came up with this plan. It's the safest, and violence free way to keep you alive." Derek rubs the tense boys shoulder, "And you're going to have to stop that. If you can't even relax when I touch your shoulder unexpectedly, there is nothing I can physically do to keep them from catching on. Which would suck. They have to believe it. You have to believe it.." Derek ended afraid to let on that he actually had feelings, other than pack feelings. He had a rep to keep up. And feelings for him meant pain.

Stiles was confused at first but then he understood. "ah! Of course fooling werewolves. Not just us regular ol' humans. Super hearing, strength, smelling werewolves." Derek cut him off by grabbing his knee, stiles flinched again. "Damn it. Okay, I'll try harder."

Derek rubbed circles with his thumb on his knee trying to soften his face. "If you don't want to follow through with this, or think of a better plan, let me know in the morning, I'll be taking you to school. Scott and I are going to leave now, and you need to sleep on it." There was a loud groan from outside the door. Apparently Scott didn't like being told to leave. "Just remember, we really do care about you." Stiles stared blankly at the wolf, "I actually thought we were friends up until 15 minutes ago. I really am sorry I made things so uncomfortable for you all the time, it was all in good fun, or so I thought."

"Ohh, I'm soo—"

"No, don't apologize. Get some sleep and let me know if we're doing it, tomorrow." Derek winked and jumped out the window.

Stiles couldn't help but laugh at the double meaning. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all.

Derek walked around the house keeping an eye on the teen listening to him chuckle still 5 minutes later. He felt pleased with himself for bringing the teen some amusement. He really hadn't realized he had tortured him so much as to make the kid hate him. After feeling confident that the house was safe he found himself a shaded spot that no one would see him under and sat down adjusting his ears to Stiles bedroom.

He was daydreaming about all that might happen in the weeks to come. Then Isaac showed up out of nowhere.

"What are you doing? Are you stalking him now?" He shot at his alpha amused. Isaac wasn't the most attractive of the pack, which was Derek. Not the smartest, which was Lydia. Not the most grounded, that was Scott. Not the most intimidating, that was Jackson. Not the funniest, which was stiles. He was the most observant. He knew instantly that there was something buzzing between the two but he never said anything because he was pretty sure they would deny it.

Derek actually jumped. "When did you get here? How did you find me?" he was on his feet now resuming his normal alpha status.

Isaac quickly put his hands up showing he meant no harm. "You never came back to the sub way so I thought, 'where could he be?' and I came here." He shrugged.

"Why here? You don't have to worry about me coming back; I can take care of myself. Now go back to the sub!" Derek shouted quietly, this kid always had a way of figuring out his feelings before he did. And he knew he was in for a session with Dr. Isaac if he stuck around much longer.

Isaac rolled his eyes knowing Derek was deflecting. "Okay, okay, I'll go, but first tell me why you're here."

Derek contemplated, knowing he could make him leave if he wanted. He was the alpha after all, but he actually wanted to talk to him. "Have you met any of the Alpha pack that is in town, yet?"

"Ohh yeaa. Flamin' group of guys, huh?" Isaac crossed his arms.

"Flamin'?"

Isaac sighed, "Gays, homosexuals-"

"Oh, I get it, and I was aware of that. That's why I am here." Isaac looked around not sure he was catching on. "Think about it. Using just your wolf senses, who is the most attractive and appealing in town?" Isaac closed his eyes for a second and thought about it for a few seconds then just looked up at the house they were standing outside of. "Exactly" Derek nodded. "Do you know why?" Isaac shook his head. "Stiles is covered in our scent. Indirectly we have marked him as ours, making him more appealing to other wolves outside of our pack."

Isaac thought it over in his head, "Why just Stiles? Why not Lydia or Allison?"

"Well for one thing they aren't boys. The pack is…Flamin'? As you put it. And they just have Scott and Jackson on them. Think about it. Stiles gets himself in the middle of everything pack related. He's involved with you, Scott, Jackson, Erica, Boyd, and me."

Isaac didn't miss the look Derek gave when he finally said himself. "Makes sense. So we have a gay pack coming into town, which are going to find Stiles attractive and take from him what you want him to give to you willingly." He smirked knowing he was pushing, but Derek had to admit it eventually.

Derek threw him against a tree holding him there with his forearm. "What? I don't want to do anything with him. I am just trying to keep a friend safe."

"Right there proves at least something" he sputters around his choking. "You don't refer to anyone as a friend. You call us all pack, or enemy's, or our friends, never yours."

"That's not true." Derek let him go, "go home. Now. I'm not going to tell you again."

"And now you're referring to the Sub as home, you never say that. Maybe I am reaching friend status?" Derek glared at him, "Okay, fine. Leaving." He walked a couple feet then turned halfway not meeting Derek's face, "You know it's okay to have feelings other than anger. Gives you strength." Then he continued walking allowing the alpha to think about what he had just said. Isaac really wasn't poking fun at them. He just wanted his alpha happy, as a beta there is that attachment to your alpha, but he still looked at Derek as a father figure because his sucked and Derek was all he had now. And as far as the gay thing, he was pretty sure he was attracted to Scott and that wasn't ever going to happen. So he would have to live vicariously though Derek.

Derek watched his Beta walk away and thought about the short conversation they just had. And he realized he did care about this overactive kid more than anyone else since his family died. What exactly he was feeling he wasn't sure.